Looking back over these photos, I can still remember the exact temperature (brisk) and smell (outdoorsy) of the air in this place on this day.
The trails that lead from to and around the Observatory in Griffith Park give you amazing views of all of LA, from the city to the sky.
The iconic sign.
We hiked around the hills, through the scruffy California orange-green ground-vegetation colour and texture combo that I find so specifically appealing, I would like to grab onto it and hold so tight as to never be wrenched away. Cecil pointed out the spots where you can still see evidence of the devastating fires that swept through the hills a few years ago.
The sun was setting, and the city softened behind us.
The crows flew over the moon.
The sun didn’t go quietly.
(I’m thinking: trumpet sounds.)
The moment clearly called for a high-five.
And the dusky city almost begged for one of its own.
And then the observatory mooned us.
Sigh.
When we continue (Monday): Lisa Yee!
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